Untitled Animated ficcing
Title: UntitledQueen's Sacrifice
Universe: Animated
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers for Endgame pt 2
Notes: another piece that takes place in my Mother-Allspark universe. and seriously, if you haven't seen Endgame pt 2 yet DO NOT READ THIS--it spoils a huge plot point.
He didn’t want to leave them. Not when there was still so much to teach Sari about life and so many things to explore with Jazz. There was still so much time to share Bulkhead’s art and to help Bumblebee learn to control his impulses. Optimus still needed a shoulder to lean on and Ratchet still needed someone to listen, even when they both pretended that he wasn't finally pouring out his grief over the past.
No, he didn’t want to go, but Master Yoketron had been right when he said that Prowl would recognize his time to leave this world. His only regret was that he wouldn’t be able to say goodbye.
He reached for the reformed Allspark, trying to share his own life’s energy with it. He reached, and felt something else grab hold of him and pull him close. It was warm, inviting-loving in a way that only Master Yoketron had ever been toward him.
Welcome home, my child.
It was surprisingly painless as he slipped into the Allspark.
Universe: Animated
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers for Endgame pt 2
Notes: another piece that takes place in my Mother-Allspark universe. and seriously, if you haven't seen Endgame pt 2 yet DO NOT READ THIS--it spoils a huge plot point.
He didn’t want to leave them. Not when there was still so much to teach Sari about life and so many things to explore with Jazz. There was still so much time to share Bulkhead’s art and to help Bumblebee learn to control his impulses. Optimus still needed a shoulder to lean on and Ratchet still needed someone to listen, even when they both pretended that he wasn't finally pouring out his grief over the past.
No, he didn’t want to go, but Master Yoketron had been right when he said that Prowl would recognize his time to leave this world. His only regret was that he wouldn’t be able to say goodbye.
He reached for the reformed Allspark, trying to share his own life’s energy with it. He reached, and felt something else grab hold of him and pull him close. It was warm, inviting-loving in a way that only Master Yoketron had ever been toward him.
Welcome home, my child.
It was surprisingly painless as he slipped into the Allspark.